Chapter 6: Getting to the Cross Roads

Conquest/Pestilence

After a refreshing shower, Daniel hit the road with his coordinates. But since Arn Andersons car didn't have a TOM TOM. He got lost several times and decided that the next time that he would stop for gas, he would ask for directions

He didn't know where he was but he somewhere in Oregon. He stopped at some mom and pop gas station to get the directions. He didn't want to go one the main road because he didn't want to be seen. He was basically trying to fly under the radar.

He entered the gas station and it felt wrong. When the station attendant looked at him with hollow eyes Daniel Bryan high tailed it out of there.

He exited the door and saw Sean Waltman sitting on the hood of the car.

"Hey asshole," the wrestler known as the 1-2-3 Kid and Xpac said.

Daniel didn't know what was going on but he didn't like it. What was this guy randomly doing out here? Then it dawned on him, the man in front of him was a member of The Clique and he knew he was in terrible trouble.

"Hey random dude," Daniel said trying to keep his cool but failed miserably. "What are you doing out here?"

Waltmans eyes flashed grey and Daniel closed his eyes and opened them to reveal them full black.

Waltman came at Daniel and DB unleashed Pestilences' Fury- which was the fire ball he was working on with the Andersons. He also had The Sigil Conquest, which consisted of Daniel tracing Conquest in Aramaic in front of him like a land mine- blowing the opponent back a few feet.

He didn't have t use it however, because he got in his car and drove as fast as he could out of there.

Waltman made a call : "Pestilence has risen"

Famine

CM punk sat in the back of the black SUV, blind folded , gagged and with his hands zip tied in his lap. When he awoke he had a metallic taste in his mouth and a pounding sensation in his head.

Stone Cold Steve Austin focused on his driving but when he saw Punk stir in the back seat he started to keep an eye on him.

"You know, Son, you should have just accepted your fate," Stone cold said

"Mmmmmh?" Punk asked

"Instead you had to do this the hard way and that's fine with me" Steve said. "You know how I like doing this the hard way.

"MMMMMMPH?" Punk asked, his mouth STILL gagged.

Steve reached with one arm and loosened the mouth gag

"What did you just say:" Steve asked

"What?"CM Punk retorted

No, I just asked what you just said. Steve asked, his patience to the edge of no return

"And I said What?" CM Punk said, being the smart ass that he was.

Austin was considering pulling over to kick his ass but he was feeling nice-which was unusual for him but this WHAT shit was pissing him off.

"What do you want from me?" CM Punk asked literally tired of the situation but he was trying to distract Austin from seeing him figit with his bonds.

"Listen man, I know what you are feeling," Steve said but didn't notice the spike on the road in front of them. The cars tired popped and the car span out of control and into a ditch.

Steve Austin had serious whiplash and hit his head on the dashboard. His eyes shone and he exited the vehicle. He grabbed Punk from the back seat and made hasted out of the car. Punk would describe the sound he heard was flapping wings.

He cut Punks bonds and Punk took off his blind fold.

The exited the ditch to see Shawn Michaels standing there- his eyes hazy grey with a nasty smile on his face.

Punk's instinct failed him now, he always like Shawn Michaels- however Famine knew he had to do- Famines Whisper- which was the shout he had learned to do. He also had At Arms length, which was a double shoulder drop from a very high height.

Famine took over the Chicago native and he unleashed the Whisper, which knocked Shawn on his ass.

Both men scampered to a vehicle they assumed was Shawns and made a hasty escape.

Shawn made the call: "Famine has arisen,"

War.

Dean Malenko drove Dean Ambrose towards the coordinates but the two sat in silence. Well Malekno sat in silence, Dean softly hummed 1980's tunes. The one he was currently humming was "Heat of the Moment" which suited him just fine.

Maleko started to get a little hazy so he stopped at some weird Midwestern version of a 7-11. A WaWa. Ambrose exited and went towards the cold drinks- Malenko went to the coffee. But Ambrose stopped him in his tracts because for a Midwestern Summer day- it was terribly cold. Almost unnaturally cold. He looked up and Scott Hall was standing there. He was grinning wildly and his eyes were a cold grey.

He threw the toothpick at Ambrose, hitting the man square in the eye. Ambrose opens his eyes, and they were red. He unleashed the Tides of War, which was a tackle and pushed the man through a window.

Malenko threw money on the counter and said "Sorry" and followed Ambrose out but went through the doors instead.

Ambrose was pummeling away on Scott Hall who was feeling perfectly fine, was laughing hysterically only incensing Ambrose more. Ambrose was going to put him in the Terms of Surrender- which was a figure four leg lock with bent the persons spinal column.

Malenko shouted at the younger man: "LETS GO NOW!"

Ambrose backed up, snarling and foaming at the mouth and followed Malenko to the car, twitching like a wild cat.

Hall made a phone call: "War has arisen, mang."

Death

Taker had been blazing a on his bike as he raced towards the coordinates. He was the Undertaker long before he was Death. The Undertaker was like Charon, who helped people cross the river Styx towards the land of the Dead. That's what the Undertaker did, he guided souls- good and bad- towards healing. He could also control the dead- and the living. He channeled the energy from electrical currents as well as the crowd he happened to perform in front of.

He didn't like the burden he was given because it gave him hate in his heart. What people didn't know about Taker, was even though his outer persona was of "dark" magic his aura was light. He felt compassion and sadness for the souls he had helped cross over. He felt anger towards the injustices and the evil spirits he encountered but he never felt Hate.

And he didn't like the feeling one bit.

But now he focused on the road ahead of him. Night was quickly approaching and Taker felt a slight chill in the air.

He also saw something in the road- scratch that- Someone

Kevin Nash.

Taker stopped the bike a couple of feet away from the other man.

He knew Kevin Nash as Diesel when they wrestled together in the 90's. They weren't close friends but he knew Nash was a good person.

But this wasn't Kevin Nash- it was something else.

Taker got off his bike and approached it.

"Hoc tibinon fuisset" (You should have not arisen" Nash said, speaking in clear latin.

The Undertaker retorted "Vadedaemonumspiritus," (Be gone, Demonic Spirit)

"Demonic Spirit?" Nash laughed a hearty bellowing laugh. "Oh Bro, you don't know the half of it."

Nash's eyes had turned a cloudy grey.

"I was sent here to intercept you," Nash. " To offer you a seat at the VIP table"

Now readers, here is where our story could have ended because the Undertaker, who didn't like to be summoned or told what he needed to be, thought long and hard about joining the cool kids table.

But then he remembered he wasn't his bitch of a half brother Corporate Kane and he got on his bike, saying nothing to the Demon. He was the Undertaker and he WAS the coolest kid on the block.

He rode away from Nash, not unleashing any of his powers but leaving the air chillier than when he arrived.

When Taker had gone Nash made the call

"Death has arisen" he said before hanging up.

WWE Headquarters

Vincent K. McMahon was having a bad day. Besides his daughter Stephanie throwing a temper tantrum, his minions of hell have reported that the Four Horseman have arisen.

He motioned for his two faceless minions to let the person waiting for him outside to come in.

It was SinCara.

Vince smiled because Sin Cara didn't see the knife Vince was producing from his desk.

After all, Satan demanded his Human heart be as fresh as possible.